RAIJIN VERSUS ELDI

And the winner is...

Eldi	Raijin must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Raijin: Rolls: 5 95 21 32 Adjusted: 6    104.5    21    32 Total: 212.55 Eldi: Rolls: 21 26 15 69 Adjusted: 30.45    31.2    15    75.9 Total: 251.71

ADRIAN VERSUS SPARROW

And the winner is...

Sparrow

Adrian must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out and has been booted from the raid. Sparrow's maim was also successful. Totals: Sparrow: Rolls: 26 63 85 69 Adjusted: 46.8    78.75    93.5    75.9 Total: 398.18 Adrian: Rolls: 31 44 6 69 Adjusted: 31    52.8    6    69 Total: 174.68

PLAGUE VERSUS ASHMEDAI

And the winner is...

Plague

Ashmedai must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out and has been booted from the raid. Totals: Plague: Rolls: 87 69 97 45 Adjusted: 100.05    79.35    97    49.5 Total: 407.38 Ashmedai: Rolls: 69 43 3 18 Adjusted: 89.7    47.3    3    19.8 Total: 215.73

Nearly as silent as the cat pacing beside her, Torrent ghosted along behind the rest of the raiding party in the position she'd taken as part of the rear guard. Only Valkyrie's pawsteps sounded softly behind her. For once Pidge the raccoon was silent, though Torrent could feel where she gripped her fur tightly. The cantankerous raccoon healer wasn't a fan of fighting as she much preferred running away, but Torrent knew how fierce a cornered raccoon could be and she was confident that Pidge would be more help than hindrance.

There should, Torrent reflected, have been some feeling, some electrical charge to the air as she stepped over the boundaries of another pack, but there was nothing. She just walked in, and ahead of her Tyrian was howling, and Jupiter joining him, and more voices. She paused to watch that no one was flanking them, and when she strode forward again her pack members were already embroiled in battle. She hesitated, sweeping her chimeric gaze over the entangled packs, seeking her brothers to see if they were doing all right before she sought out a fight that would keep her from going to their aid. When it came down to it, keeping them whole and breathing was the reason for her existence.

Plague's teeth latched on to the man's neck successfully and he held on tight to his opponent while pushing forward to either worsen the wound or knock him off balance. At the same time he heard the male's sarcastic comment and felt his teeth against his ear. He turned his head a bit at the last second, feeling a sting as the man's teeth grazed and cut his ear, but didn't do much permanent damage. The Ashen brute bit harder at the man's neck and gave him a hard shove, knocking him away with a growl. A grin pulled at his bloodied lips when he realized he had won and he gave the stranger a glance and a smirk as he replied, "Maybe next time. Now get out." Turning his attention away from his first opponent, he went looking for the next and spotted a female that seemed to have come in toward the back of the group or perhaps he just hadn't noticed her at first. Around his age, but a tad taller with some sort of creature clinging to her back, though it was hard to tell what from his distance. He couldn't really care less who his opponent was at this point - they were all intruders and were all fair game. Grabbing his flail from here he had tossed it to the ground, he ran toward her from a slight angle so he ended up trying to approach her from her right side. He weaved around some of the other fights happening around him and hoped that perhaps the chaos of the battle would be enough to distract from his approach. Either way, once he was close enough he would take give a hard swing of his boar skull flail, going for a glancing blow this time around as he tried to run past her right side and land a hit of the tusked skull against her hip. Plague Klein-Abraxas vs Torrent Imperialis for Dominance Round 1/2 Age: Over 1 year Size: Extra large Build: Medium Offensive Battle Accessory: Flail Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather chest brace Skills: Advanced Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual Specialty: N/A Talk

Lynvarr watched the fights unfold around him. Being new there was an added difficulty in that he had not met all of his pack mates yet and so it took him a moment to sleuth out the scents in the air. He just needed to be sure. That was when he noticed Sparrow, blood staining her muzzle. He remembered now the pack scent that had been on her coat when they'd first met and he also remembered her ambitions as a pirate. He knew this was nothing personal against him. He had just been a loner when they'd met but he still had a duty to his pack.

Lyn set his defenses and moved to face off against Sparrow, calling out to her. "Well, well, Captain Sparrow. I see your pirating is off to a good start. However, I'm sure you understand why I can't let you continue." Lynvarr of course hoped for a win, but if that wasn't in the stars he hoped to do enough damage to put her out of the fight.

Lynvarr charged toward Sparrow. She was larger and more solidly built than he was so as he neared he sought to race along her left side as he attempted to throw his chest into the front of her knee, his jaws seeking to dig into the tender flesh where her left leg connected to her side. He made sure to keep his tail tucked, knowing full well if he succeeded he'd have his ass closer to her teeth than he'd like.

Lynvarr Skaldbjorn vs Sparrow for Dominance
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Medium
Build: Medium
Companion 1: Snow leopard, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Raven, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Navigator & Master Fighter
Specialty: Knight

And the winner is...

HATTORI

TYRIAN must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: HATTORI Rolls: 50, 69, 83, 48 Adjusted rolls: 92.5, 82.8, 83, 52.8 Total: 513.32 TYRIAN Rolls: 15, 71, 24, 27 Adjusted rolls: 23.25, 85.2, 24, 33.75 Total: 207.75

And the winner is...

JUPITER

VIPER must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: JUPITER Rolls: 80, 40, 61, 36 Adjusted rolls: 108, 46, 61, 45 Total: 429.00 VIPER olls: 15, 71, 24, 27 Adjusted rolls: 23.25, 85.2, 24, 33.75 Total: 207.75

The pair of wolves collided brutally, the woman shifting to the side so that Álarr's attacks struck her right shoulder. His horns bashed into her upper shoulder while his fangs latched hold above the elbow. He quickly rolled his shoulders forward, pushing fur and fat over his vitals as Hela's teeth bit into his upper neck. He continued to hold his defenses, keeping his ears pinned to his head, his tail tucked and his limbs spread evenly for support before he pushed forward. Álarr kicked off with his hind legs, seeking to push against Hela's let with his fangs as well as his chest. At the same time he kicked out his front right leg as he tried to strike at her front left leg. He hoped this combination of moves would topple her and hand the fight to him. There was a risk of course, in doing more damage to his own neck but it was a risk he was willing to take.

Álarr Imperialis vs Hela for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked shoulder harness
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked helmet
Companion 1: Pallas Cat, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Raven, Female - Flying
Mutation 1: Kudu horns (small) - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Healer
Specialty: Anatomist

There was more than just loot to be fighting for now. Though she always wanted to fight for the honor of her ancestors and their gods, now she was fighting too for the honor of her wife and son. Her victory was theirs, and vice versa. The last thing she wanted to do was come home a loser, but regardless of the outcome Asvor knew she'd give it her all, however successful she'd end up being. Until then all she could do was her best, which was exactly what she was doing, charging in swift and fearlessly. She didn't see a need for pacing herself. She was too old to have as much stamina as someone as young as Venom surely did, so she'd have to do as much damage as possible before she couldn't go on any longer.

Her serpent companion made an attempt to evade the attempted strike, only caught briefly before ducking completely out of her grasp. Though her bite could be a good distraction, she didn't have much in the way of defenses, especially for a wolf's hungry jaws. And speaking of jaws - her own were caught in Venom's own and she made to back up, though she felt the sting of claws on her face. They were sharp, unlike any wolf's claws she'd ever encountered, though that was hardly the strangest thing she'd ever encountered. She made an effort to duck her head down and catch the larger wolf's throat again with the small horns of her helmet, no doubt earning even more scratches as she jerked her head down and away from Venom's searching claws.

Ásvor Finnvi vs Venom for Dominance
Round 2 / 2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Medium
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bladed forearm bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Viking helmet
Companion 1: Bush Viper, Female - Battle
Skills: Expert Healer & Intermediate Fighter
Specialty: N/A

Venom fought for the pride of her Empire as long as the one within herself. She was going through a period of doubting herself, and this raid was a result of her kingdom looking weak. Venom had to prove to herself that the fight was worth fighting. She’d accept that losses and bad decisions would come her way, but there was always a goal. There was always a way to be better. To get better. Venom wouldn’t stop here.

Her jaws blocked the blow and she felt her claws connect with flesh as often as they managed to hit the woman’s helmet. She was smart to use her smaller height to her advantage as she aimed again for Venom’s throat. The young Empress tucked her chin as the viking woman was forced to grab the side of her neck instead. Venm cried out as teeth punctured flesh but the woman’s close proximity would lead to Venom’s next attack. She aimed to rear back and bring her paws down on the other woman to force her to the ground so Venom might claim her victory.

Venom Klein Abraxas vs Asvor for Dominance
Round 2/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Knife bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Condor Helmet
Companion 1: Malabar Giant Squirrel, Male - Battle - Boosted
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Quills - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Bard

Valkyrie slunk along at the back of the pack. In the hollows of her skull mask Valkyrie's wild eyes raked across the approaching defenders. Fueled by the spirit of the bear she wasted no thought on strategy and simply moved with the flow of the group. She saw neither friend nor foe and may as well have been alone on the field. This was as she liked it. The bear and the gods were all she needed in a time like this. The group guided her, but what could they give her in this moment that she didn't already have?

With a sudden burst of speed Valkyrie flew across the field. She dodged wolf after wolf ignoring Fireside and Ashen wolves alike in search of one whose presence stood out to her. Then at last, there she was. The woman (Toxicity) drew Valkyrie in like a moth to flame. The draw was wordless and inexplicable; all she knew was that this one among all the defenders was one she was destined to tangle with.

With a roar Valkyrie leaped at Toxicity. She was heedless to the fact that the woman was bigger and heavier. It mattered not in the grand scheme of things. The outcome, as far as Valkyrie was concerned, was immutable. She sought to slam her chest into Toxicity's left shoulder while reaching over the woman's neck with her right paw. The claws of that paw were looking to sink into the opposing shoulder and dig Valkyrie in like a bur. Simultaneously she hauled back her left foreleg and sought to rake her claws up the left side of Toxicity's face from lip to ear.

Valkyrie versus Toxicity for Minor Maim (scarring on right shoulder)
Round 1 of ???
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bear teeth armguards
Defensive Battle Accessory: Bear skull helmet
Companion 1: Japanese Macaque, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Retractable Claws - Offensive
Skills: Master Intellectual & Master Fighter
Specialty: Berserker

ALARR VERSUS HELA

And the winner is...

Alarr

Hela must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out and has been knocked out of the raid. Totals: Hela: Rolls: 52 98 71 25 Adjusted rolls:    52, 107.8, 71, 26.25 Total:     334.17 Alarr: Rolls:    32, 88, 47, 72 Adjusted rolls:    59.2, 118.8, 47, 79.2 Total:     410.67

ASVOR VERSUS VENOM

And the winner is...

Venom

Asvor must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Asvor: Rolls:    13, 8, 76, 31 Adjusted rolls:    16.9, 10.4, 76, 31 Total:     161.16 Venom: Rolls:    79, 79, 95, 16 Adjusted rolls:    118.5, 90.85, 95, 20 Total:     405.44

Okay that was done and over with. Hallelujah or whatever. Time for a real fight. Jupiter turned from Viper and promptly forgot her. His eyes roved those gathered before settling on a vaguely familiar form that was wrapped up in sexy armor. He couldn't remember if he'd gotten her name but he did remember her tongue. "Hey you!" He started to saunter in Venom's direction, intent on picking up where they'd left off in the caves. "I remember you!" He sized her up. "Looks like you made out like a bandit in that cave, eh?"

Oh, hell, he'd almost forgotten. This was a raid. There should be fighting. He tipped his head to the side and grinned saucily. "Shall we dance? I'm a sucker for a lady in uniform." Without further ado Jupiter leaped forward intent on slamming his chest into Venom's right shoulder. While he may have found her attractive that in no way meant he was going to go easy on her. He'd come here for a fight, after all. In truth Venom was a dream come true. Attractive and available. Win or lose he was going to love this.

To cap off his attack Jupiter reached out with his left foreleg and sought to wrap it around behind Venom's right foreleg with the intent of jerking it towards his chest and throwing off her balance. If he were very lucky she'd be swept off her paws by his combination attack and then, if there was a merciful god anywhere (firefly guy, maybe?), he'd be on top of her. Lord have mercy.


Jupiter versus Venom for Dominance
Round 1 of ???
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bladed forearm guards
Defensive Battle Accessory: Crystal chanfron
Companion 1: Emporor Tamarin, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Razorback Boar, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Intellectual & Master Fighter
Specialty: Marauder

Venom disengaged from her opponent as soon as the victor could be readily decided. This was her first win in any raid she fought so far. The sense of accomplishment in her victory sent another thrill of adrenaline. Poison leapt back onto her shoulders and the two of them searched the battlefield, but not very long. No one could mistake that lumbering form, Jupiter, though she never learned his name, had an unforgettable coat. He called out to her, and the young Empress prepared to engage. He sounded just the same as the day she’d met him, his smooth voice just as confident and now she realized better, flirty.

If anything he was a bolster to her ego, but Venom wouldn’t be lulled into compliance. ”I’d love to,” the words were hurried as she swayed to avoid the brunt of his attack and looked much more like they were dancing as she moved with him. Jupiter grabbed her leg, and indeed pulled her off balance but she went with the flow. If her movements landed right she aimed to slam her chest against his, a more intense dance move. With their closeness she’d have already opened her jaws, and instead of intimately laying her head against his neck as though it were a true dance she’d aim to wrap her jaws around his throat.

Venom Klein Abraxas vs Jupiter for Dominance [dance]
Round 1 of 2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Knife bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Condor Helmet
Companion 1: Malabar Giant Squirrel, Male - Battle - Boosted
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Quills - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual
Specialty: Bard

As Toxicity once again disposed of her sister, she found herself smug as she watched Pestilence retreat. Let that be a lesson to not only her, but her pack about how weak she was. Just as Toxicity was absorbing her victory, another presence appeared, attacking her left shoulder. The woman's claws also found their mark, latching into her skin painfully as blood seeped through her fur on her right. She snarled and whipped her head to snap onto Valk's muzzle where the fur was thin and the nose bridge served as backing. It wasn't a lasting injury, but a shocking one meant to het her to stagger a little. Simultaneously, Tox aimed to use her spurs to spur her opponent in the chest, hopefully leaving a stinging toxic effect.

Toxicity Abraxas vs Valkyrie for maim (chest scarring)
Round 1/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Mutation 1: Platypus spurs - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Intellectual & Expert Fighter
Specialty: N/A

Lynvarr charged toward Sparrow. She was larger and more solidly built than he was so as he neared he sought to race along her left side as he attempted to throw his chest into the front of her knee, his jaws seeking to dig into the tender flesh where her left leg connected to her side. He made sure to keep his tail tucked, knowing full well if he succeeded he'd have his ass closer to her teeth than he'd like.

A somewhat familiar voice called out to her and Sparrow whipped around, "Lynvarr?!" she called out, a smile on her maw before she froze for a second, "Oh fuck, you're rolling with the god farts and incestuals now? Maaaaaaan" Why HIM? Why could he not join a pirate but instead join a group of heathens? He was still all nice and friendly too- what a drag!

He charged at her and Sparrow spent a few moments wishing she could just incapacitate him and drag him back to Fireside, but she doubted Tyr would like that too much. With a deep sigh, she braced herself for impact as he jutted to her left and purchased a bite on her left leg as he threw himself against her knee. The impact shuffled Sparrow back a bit painfully, but she gritted her teeth past it, "Do you even KNOW who you're rolling with- what they believe? Who they fuck?" She stammered almost incredulously. Blood seeped down her leg and she knew she'd have to retaliate. "Aw fuck Lynvarr, nothing personal, okay? If I win you should SERIOUSLY consider joining the pirates."

With a swift movement, Sparrow crouched almost as if she was about to jump, but she was really curling her front left leg towards Lynvarr. She flexed out her leg spurs as she dug her elbows (look the wolf equivalent ok) back towards Lynvarr's left ribcage. Simultaneously, she turned her head to snap at his haunches, more focused on driving him away than really damaging him.

Sparrow Imperialis vs Lynvarr for Dominance (and to impress him into joining the pirates)
Round 1/2
Age: 1+
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Sword
Defensive Battle Accessory: Reinforced pirate hat
Companion 1: Harlequin Macaw, Female - Flying
Companion 2: Capuchin monkey, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Cat claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: bone spurs
Skills: Master Fighter & Intermediate Navigator
Specialty: Knight

Both of his attacks were stymied; which was fine because he was now in close proximity to a beautiful women and he couldn't ask much more than that. It had been ages (at least it felt like it) since he'd had no strings attached fun with a stranger so this already was a treat. With that in mind, even though he could have used the blade in his arm guard to slash the back of Venom's arm as she turned to push into his chest, Jupiter settled for a caress while seeking to wrap his leg around the back of her neck (nestling it safely in the feathers of the headdress) to pull her in close.

At the same time he realized she was going for his throat. Time to put his new pokey mask to good use, no? The downward pointing edges of it were meant to protect his throat so as her teeth reached for it Jupiter dropped his head down in a sharp nod meant to drive the jagged spikes into her muzzle and dissuade her from biting with the power of pain. It was a little much for their first official dance but Jupiter felt she'd opened the door when she'd gone for his throat. If that wasn't consent he didn't know what was.  His voice muffled now, Jupiter hastily muttered, "Should we have picked a safe word? I'm thinking maybe we should at least define 'dance' here."


Jupiter versus Venom for Dominance
Round 2 of 2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bladed forearm guards
Defensive Battle Accessory: Crystal chanfron
Companion 1: Emporor Tamarin, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Razorback Boar, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Intellectual & Master Fighter
Specialty: Marauder

Her opponent reacted quickly, whipping around to snap at her face with the speed of a snake. Luckily for Valkyrie the speed with which she retaliated appeared to give the woman too little time to really take in her opponent. As such, Valkyrie let Toxicity latch onto the bony nose of her skull mask as it cost her no blood or pain and would maybe serve as a distraction to keep the woman's busy long enough to let Valkyrie attack elsewhere. One arm was already over Toxicity's neck so Valkyrie sought to use the unencumbered one to swipe at Toxicity's face again. Somewhere during this she felt a sting on her chest but mistook it for a wayward claw digging into her skin. The pain wasn't great and there was only the one sting so it was quickly buried beneath the all consuming power of the bear.

Valkyrie versus Toxicity for Minor Maim (scarring on right shoulder)
Round 2 of 2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Light
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bear teeth armguards
Defensive Battle Accessory: Bear skull helmet
Companion 1: Japanese Macaque, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Retractable Claws - Offensive
Skills: Master Intellectual & Master Fighter
Specialty: Berserker